Melissa - Bill Miller

Crossroads

To seem come go

The gypsy flies from coast to coast

Knowing many loving none

Bearing sorrow havin' fun

Back home he'll always run

To sweet melissa

Freight train

Each car looks the same

All the same

No one knows the gypsy's name

No one hears his lonely sigh

There are no blankets where he lies

In his deepest dreams the gypsy flies

With sweet melissa

Again morning's come

Again he's on the run has again

Sunbeams shining through his hair

Appearing not to have a care

Pick up your gear and gypsy roll on

You got to roll on

Crossroads

Will you ever let him go lord lord

Will you hide the dead man's ghost

Or will he lie beneath the clay

Or will his spirit roll to away

But I know he won't stay without melissa

Yes I know he won't stay without melissa